It Sounded Like You Were

I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

Real. Does That Make Me Imaginary?

Cerulean Left. I Wondered If She Was From Flower Planet. Blue Flowers Were Rare - One Might Take A Name From That.

What's Funny About That Is When I Was Writing Twilight Just For Myself And Not Thinking Of It As A Book, I Was Not Thinking About Publishing, And Yet At The Same Time I Was Casting It In My Head. Because When I Read Books, I See Them Very Visually.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.